BELLA- A MAFIA ROMANCE

Revengeful.

Aaliyah—

It was currently 3am, and here I was- wide awake and staring up at my ceiling. stefano was out, I knew that much for sure. I had heard the front door open and close along with his footsteps down the stairs and his car engine starting. Throughout all of this I had almost forgotten about my little friend, the Americans third in command.

I had forgotten his name but at this point I'm not even sure if he ever gave it. However, I was definitely going to give him something.

I also knew where Stef kept his little torture chamber. What's mine is his right? That's what marriage is all about.

I climbed out of bed, hastily changing into a pair of joggers and a T-shirt. I can throw these away when they get messy, there was no point in getting dressed up to go into the basement.

I left my phone on the bed, opening the door handle and telling one of the guards that I'm getting a snack, they ran around this place like little cockroaches.

I got into the elevator- yes this place has a fucking elevator, this is so smart! It obviously couldn't have been stefanos idea, he's not bright enough to think of something like that.

I clicked the basement level and as it took me down I could already start to smell the place. My favourite scent, death. The one thing that would always chase me but couldn't catch me.

The doors slid open, and because it was 3 in the morning no one was guarding it. Idiots. I should take over the Russian mafia and show these mafia men how it's really done. Raincheck on that for the moment though-

I made my way over to the cell, opening the door and throwing a bucket of water on that fuckers head.

"Morning sweetie-" I spoke innocently, grabbing a shiv from the table and digging it into his kneecap.

The man jolted up, breathing heavily and he had clearly been here awhile, he looks like the guards have already had a few rounds on him.

"Y-you fucking bitch..." the guy muttered, making me tut my teeth and just go through my torture plan.

"Aw, you've just signed your death wish to me. But that's alright, it's probably the American in you." I shrugged, grabbing a blowtorch and pliers whilst I bummed a van Beethoven piece.

"What, what do you want! You took out Chad isn't that enough!" He shouted, his throat clearly tightening almost as if he was on the verge of tears. God, they real are soft.

I made my way over to him, cutting open his trousers and exposing his dick. Eugh, what a site for sore eyes- I couldn't help but laugh. At this point he was thrashing wildly in the chair, heart rate and adrenaline levels heavily spiking... noted

"Get off me! Get off!" He was bubbling from his mouth with a rather red face, maybe I could take a picture of it and frame it.

"Shhh, shhh, third in whatever you are- I don't care for any information you may have. You just annoyed me, that's all." I said to him in a comforting voice which just made him panic even more than he already was.

"You'll beg for death, the thing you fear so much. Ironic, isn't it?" She questioned before using the pliers to grab his dick whilst turning on the blowtorch.

His screams were filling up the room, no doubt making the guards aware if this wasn't sound proof. See! I should just run the whole show!

I put the blowtorch to his dick, watching as the flesh burned but I didn't completely disintegrate the little thing. I just burned him enough to keep him alive and breathing. But immense pain and begging for death? Bingo!